i really do.
the city isn’t for me.
nor is the beach.
i grew up there. in the country.
in smothering summers where the winds don’t blow.
and gray winters huddled around a wood burning stove.
raking leaves and chopping wood and listening to coyotes.
picking berries, swimming in ponds, jumping on trees.
getting hurt.
being dirty.
not caring.
being free.
EverydayJane has written 1 entry about this goal
i miss it so
22 months ago
